love and work

"is that to go or to stay?"

A/N: hello loves!! im so happy to finally publish this chapter!! it was meant to be a bit longer but i feel like the continuation would have been a bit bumpy and so ive left it here :)) i hope you enjoy it!! feel free to leave votes/comments down below as they are much appreciated :D see you soon, bye bye <33

when you finally got home, you retrieved your key from your bag and placed it into the lock on your apartment door, turning it until you heard a clicking sound. you pushed the heavy door forwards, pacing in behind it; you hung your bag on the back of the door, scurrying over to the cupboard which held all of your cleaning tools and supplies. you were efficient enough to know you should put it all in one bag and so you hauled it out, dragging it across the floor and back over towards the front door.

you pulled your phone from your pocket and hit the speed dial for the cab company you frequented when you had a booking. you hadn't yet got your licence but there was never the need for one; public transport suited you fine. eventually someone answered and you swiftly told them your address and to be there within 10 minutes. normally you would arrange for them to arrive as soon as possible but considering it was basically a spur of the moment booking right now you had to get changed and use the bathroom pronto.

with the cab due to appear in roughly 3 minutes you quickly considered your appearance within the bathroom mirror. you had decided to touch up your eyeshadow, and carefully applied some red lip tint. your new attire was a black and red vest with a pair of old leggings and black pumps. your hair was different too, now styled in loose pigtails but still out of your eyes. with a content sigh you wandered back into the hallway, lugging the heavy bag onto your back. you slipped your phone into the bag on the door and held that in your hands along with your keys. as you slipped out of your apartment, you locked the door and turned in the direction of the lift - no way in hell you were carrying that bag down seven flights of stairs.

when you reached the ground floor, the doors opened and you spotted the taxi outside. you slung the bags back onto your back and cautiously stepped out. you pushed the button to open the door to the building and made your way over to the black vehicle. the driver saw you and got out of the car to place your bag in the boot. climbing in, you pulled up the text containing the address and recited the information back to the driver. as you pulled away, you hit the play button on the song "duality" and watched out the window.

as you waited at a red light, you gazed out into the shop across the road: a small cafe with minimal people. it was.. sweet.

pulling into the car entrance of an apartment complex, you grabbed your purse from your bag, ready to pay the driver. after collecting the right amount of cash, you handed it to them as they got out of the car to get your other bag. reading the time on the dashboard, you figured with 5 minutes until you officially had to arrive you could surely get a coffee without a fuss. after thanking the driver, you took your bag inside the building, leaving it within the foyer.

the path to the cafe wasn't complicated, you had just been round the block when the light went red. turning the corner, you crossed the road checking for traffic and headed for the building. opening the door, you were instantly hit with the smell of fresh pastries and coffee. paintings lined the walls inside, all different with no coordination and the chairs and tables all varied in size and colour with no two the same.

'next!' you spun your head and saw a young lady waiting for you to order.

'ah, hello.' you say, chuckling politely.

'hello, how may i help you?' she asked you, returning your smile.

'could i please get two americanos, one iced, and a blueberry muffin?'

'yep! is that to go or to stay?'

'to go please.'

she put the order through on the till and it totaled to £5.75, and a 2 minute wait. as you waited you stared at the art around the room. you stared at the different brush strokes and splotches of paint adding detail in their own ways. one painting in particular caught your eye above the rest however. its white canvas played home to a tree: the branches swirled into each other and the sky above. it reminded you a bit of Van Gogh's work. debating whether it may become useful to you at some point, you hastily took a picture of it as you heard your order being called out behind you.

fetching the food and drink from the counter, you called a "thank you" to the worker who took your order and smiled as you stepped out of the door. walking briskly round the corner you just hoped you weren't now late.